歌手:Peter Sarstedt
专辑:《The Darjeeling Limited (Original Soundtrack)》

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire

And there's diamonds and pearls
In your hair, yes there are
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on
Your back and on your legs.
And when the snow falls
You're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't.
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Would you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun for a laugh for ha-ha-ha
They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care or give a damn
where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-borne tags they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear
The scar deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
Cause I can look inside your head.